Tonight the streets have come alive and coincide with the death of consequence
Tonight the wider-eyed of concubines get lost in the bright lights
Tonight we'll queue at toilet doors, tonight we'll check for the signs
In filthy mirrors mixed with filthier remains of a long night
We're collapsing, and we'll collapse into each other
Tonight we shall impress with scowls and body mass, and the lines are tried and true
Tonight the eyes are set on girls with cigarettes on the outside
Tonight they'll drag us through the door, tonight we'll leave when we please
From filthy corners mixed with filthier regrets of a long night... it's what everybody's in here for
These streets are surrounded